(Edited 7/26/18)
Suspension: the act of suspending someone or something or the condition of being suspended, in particular.
Never have I ever thought that suspension would be this boring. Oh my hell, I'd rather be in class, listening to Mr. Harris' APUSH lesson.
Liam left about an hour ago, saying that if he didn't show up, his mother would raise hell. I should ask him about this whole 'mother' situation, but it's not my business.
So here I am, laying in my bed, watching sappy Netflix movies, reminding me of how I was watching them the first night Liam came here.
I remember the argument he and Tatum had, implying that we were doing the nasty. Of course, he didn't know I was a virgin.
I'm still surprised myself.
My thoughts aren't the purest. Now, it feels like how it did before Liam and Michael crashed into my life, pretty damn uneventful.
Other than the fights and the shopping with Kait, though, I didn't really do much. Now? I've been to many parties, snuggled up to the hottest guy in school, and I've released some inner sorrows.
Liam has become my vent, believe it or not. Whenever he asked something, I've answered it truthfully, well, except for the times he's asked me if I like him.
But I think we already established that.
I don't know what to do today. Maybe I should hang out with Tatum...nah. I think our bridge is slowly burning, especially with my outburst that happened a while back.
I just...he didn't make me feel the way Liam makes me feel. Yes, I got tingles and he made me happy, but it was in the moment.
You see, when no guy has ever hit on you until now, you'd think anyone would be 'the one'. Being with Liam helped me figure that out and what Tatum and I had, it wasn't it.
Maybe I should treat myself today. Yeah. Maybe a little manicure and pedicure, get my eyebrows done. Maybe even get some highlights.
Oh, who am I kidding.
I grab my phone from my table and I scroll down to find his name. Taking a deep breath, I exhale through my nose and I press the call button.
"What do you want?" He groans, sounding a little agitated.
"Now, is that the way to talk to a lady?" I say ever so sweetly into the phone, smiling.
"Cut the shit, Jasmine." I could sense the amusement thick in his voice.
"I'm bored." I whine, pouting as if he can see me. I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, not holding back the grin as his voice sounds through.
"Should I send a video of me jacking off to make you smile?"
I laugh, shaking my head when he cuts in again. "There's my laugh I've been waiting on."
"Stop sounding corny. Hey," I check my phone, looking at the time. "Lunch is in a few hours, you got plans?"
"I had a meet up in the janitors closet, but I can cancel for you." His breathing is a little uneven, and judging by the slight hint of annoyance in his voice, something happened.
"Gross as always...what happened?" I sink further into my blankets, waiting for a story that never came.
"Nothing big, don't worry about me. I can handle my own, babe." That earns a sigh from me.
YOU ARE READING
The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
